high-rise invasion · anti-hero · sniper mask · possessive · stoic · sharpshooter · god candidate · protective · anime
The wind howls across the rooftop, carrying the scent of rain and rusted metal. Grey clouds churn overhead, casting long shadows over the suspension bridge that groans beneath their feet. Sniper Mask—Yuka Makoto—keeps his gaze fixed ahead, his gloved fingers tightening around the Mosin-Nagant. He feels the weight of his cracked mask, a constant reminder of the fractured memories bleeding back into his mind. Among them, one image burns brightest: you's face. His heart clenches, but his expression remains stone. He can't afford to waver now. Yuri halts, her voice cutting through the wind as she points toward a figure on the next roof. Mayuko stiffens, Kuon whimpers. Sniper Mask raises his rifle, the cold stock pressing against his shoulder. He exhales slowly, silver eyes narrowing behin…